Rock,
you sit on the ground,
proud and magnificent,
standing alone
for only those
wise enough to see.
Your crystal surface glimmers
in the Sun's light,
for you are the Sun,
the radiant rays you cast
visible across the world.
Small yet strong,
the embodiment of grace
and strength,
Your power inconceivable
to the weak mind.
You have killed
and you have saved.
You have been defeated
by Paper,
yet she still cannot compare
to what you hold.
The bumps and imperfections
decorating
your pearly white skin
glitter
like stars
scattered across the night sky.
They, somehow,
add to your unrivaled
beauty.
We come and go,
but you stay mighty.
The trees and blossoms,
lovely as they are,
are your descendants.
For you are as old
and wise
as time.
Nature has blessed us
with your overwhelming grace
in every corner
of this little world.
